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#they share the same brain cell 9-1-1 | 7.06 There Goes the Groom
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ficlet prompt: buck having a bad chronic pain day in his leg :)
thanks for the prompt! i had fun with this one 🥰
(to anyone reading: this was written really quickly and without much editing, so please take it in that spirit. i'm past the block that sparked the original call for prompts, but you can still always feel free to send me some more!!)
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Rotten Work [Buck/Eddie (Buck & Chris), G, ~800 words]
Chris knows instinctively what kind of day it's going to be from almost the moment he wakes up. Or, at least from the moment he walks into the living room and sees Buck sprawled out on the couch.
Just a few months ago, it wouldn't have been an odd sight - Buck used to stay over on their couch all the time. And it's not that he doesn't stay over now; if anything, he stays over way more. He's just... not exactly been sleeping on the couch these days.
"Hey Buck," Chris calls out, keeping his voice soft even though he's pretty sure Buck's awake.
Sure enough, Buck stirs at the greeting, craning his neck up to look over at Chris, but without moving his body at all. So that's definitely sign number two.
"Hey bud," Buck greets him back, just as softly.
"Cuttlefish day?" Chris asks, even though he's almost positive he already knows the answer.
Buck manages a small smile back at him.
"Cuttlefish day," he confirms.
It was something they'd started when Chris was still pretty little. Honestly, Chris isn't sure that he even really remembers the day it started, except that he's heard the story from Dad. Apparently, on one of the first truly bad pain days he'd had after his mom died, Chris had been so overwhelmed by everything that he'd had a full sobbing meltdown, and he'd told his dad in between his little hiccuping cries that he didn't even want to be a person anymore.
"What do you want to be instead?" Dad had asked, holding Chris to his chest and rubbing his legs soothingly.
Which- apparently the question had been enough to distract Chris from his meltdown, finally getting him to stop crying as he thought about it with all the seriousness that an eight year-old could muster for such an important question. And then, on a huge aquarium kick at the time, he'd eventually decided he'd rather be a cuttlefish.
So now, in the years since it had become a kind of shorthand in their house for a bad pain day - initially for Chris, but eventually for Buck too.
So Chris simply nods at Buck's confirmation, before slipping back into the hallway to grab the TENS machine out of the closet, bringing it out to Buck who gives him another grateful smile in return. Then while Buck begins placing the electrodes along his bad leg, Chris heads into the kitchen to grab a coffee for Buck and a bowl of cereal for himself.
When Dad finally wakes up and joins them about an hour later, they've already finished breakfast and are well into a documentary on rubik's cube championships - which are apparently a thing? - and Buck's looking markedly more relaxed than he was at the start of the morning.
Dad ruffles Chris's hair as he walks by - which Chris tries to dodge, unsuccessfully - and then he leans down over the back of the couch to press a kiss into Buck's hairline.
"Cuttlefish day?" he asks, and Buck hums an affirmative, even as he tilts his head back to smile up at Dad with the same goofy, besotted grin he always has for him.
"Chris has been taking such good care of me though, I think I might actually be a person again before dinner," he tells Dad.
Dad looks over at Chris and catches his eye, his expression soft and appreciative.
"Well, I'm glad someone was taking care of you," he says after a moment, looking back down at Buck, "since I was apparently sleeping on the job."
He says it in a teasing tone, but also with a subtle undercurrent of actual annoyance that no one woke him up. Chris rolls his eyes.
Buck seems to pick up on it too.
"Well you can go get me another cup of coffee while you're up," he offers magnanimously, "if it would make you feel better."
Dad huffs out a laugh, but dutifully grabs Buck's mug from the coffee table before heading towards the kitchen.
Buck picks up the remote to unpause the documentary, but then looks over towards Chris instead.
"Hey," he says softly. "I meant that, you know. Thank you for taking care of me this morning. I really am feeling a lot better."
Chris shrugs. It's not like Buck hasn't been on the other side of enough of Chris's own cuttlefish days. It's nice to be able to return the favor, honestly.
He doesn't actually say that out loud though, for some reason. But he thinks maybe Buck understands anyway.
"Even if you're feeling better, maybe we could still order take out tonight?" he suggests instead, and Buck laughs.
"Yeah okay," he agrees easily. "I think I might be able to convince your dad on that one."
And when Dad comes back in a few moments later, tucking himself against Buck's side on the couch and handing him his coffee, it turns out it's not even all that hard of a sell.
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i dont think whites understand how being white makes literally everything easier.
it effects everything.
being trans is easier when youre white.
being gay is easier when youre white.
being disabled is easier when youre white.
being a woman is easier when youre white.
being autistic is easier when youre white.
oppression is eased when you are white, as you get extra privileges, and your whiteness is seen as a positive characteristic that in some ways counter-balances your other forms of being a minority. whiteness controls everything.
you are automatically way more innocent in your own oppression as a gay, trans, disabled person because of your whiteness.
never forget this.
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Neck kisses #buddie
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Edmundo "You hurt me. So I'm gonna hurt you now" Diaz
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they thought they’d be safe in the bunk room🫢
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"they stopped talking about luigi mangione to silence us" his next court appearance is 9:00 AM at the New York Supreme Criminal Court, 100 Centre Street, February 21.
the reference number is IND-75657-24/001. it is within your constitutional rights to protest outside of the courthouse, make signs, and voice your opinions as loudly as you can. YOU don't have to stop talking about him. show up.
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eddie diaz in every episode ↳ 911: lone star 2.03 - hold the line
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